Poetic Princess Typing feelings into reality.. Helping people step back, Detatch from duality. The goal in her mind To impress loves divinity, connecting with strangers In complete authenticity.. She Asks deep questions, Types sweet lessons, In the heart of the streets, Sending divine blessings.. Machine clicks and sounds she types on for hours full of Poems after poems for people To feel the powerful.. Dawn to DUSK - She's glows pretty in the city lights, Ancestors - guiding her In the way she types.. Her poetry transmutes doubts & fears Into beauty N Everyone who reads them Tears She's a cutie But don't get to close to the dame She'll let you know You need to go Before you feel some pain Angels have her back, They fly by and protect, Miss Catalina Rose From any from of disrespect Imagine walking the streets, Confused and sad, Pondering upon the ways you feeling bruised and bad You turn the corner And gaze deep in amazement To see an angel typing up poems Up on the pavement They approach her with fear She receives them with love The strength of a goddess She's Gentle as a dove. She sees it so clear - Even tho she's so blind, she can do this with her eyes closed Because she's so kind There's a billion different words that She can go grab.. She be deeply tapping into that akashic Vocab If things go bad She's quick to To change the flow and the pace Her energy can purify All of time and space The most beautiful eyes I think she came from the skies To write poems For all souls passing by In that Renaissance dress With that heart so big Independent and strong She be Owning this gig